[Comprehensive] It's just time travel

Just as Yu Ling thought, Sherlock didn't immediately realize that Watson was taken away as a guest.

Yu Ling ignored the military doctor who was still in a coma, and sat in front of the computer, eagerly preparing to play with Sherlock.

"IgetJohn.Watson." Yu Ling propped his chin, tapped his fingers on the keyboard quickly, and a bunch of information jumped out on the computer screen, including men and women, old and young.

"I...I...Isabella..."

"G...G for Garcia."

"J for John...another John."

"And, And, W... Johnin Westminster Abbey."

Quickly selected a few people, Yu Ling looked through the client list of Professor Moriarty in London, and chose a guy who loves bombs.

"Boom—" The sound of a bomb exploding was simulated in his mouth, and Yu Ling's eyes were surprisingly bright.

The taste of being a boss behind the scenes is addictive, Yu Ling doesn't know if he is fascinated by this kind of thing, or just simply influenced by Moriarty.But no matter what, after arranging the things for tomorrow, Yu Ling was in a very happy mood.

the next day.

"John, I'd like a cup of coffee and two sweets, thank you."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he held his cup and waited for a long time before seeing Watson take the cup and pour him coffee.

This made Sherlock suddenly realize that John didn't come back yesterday.

For Sherlock, it is not uncommon for cohabitants to stay out at night. Although it is not common, Watson will spend the night at his girlfriend's house from time to time.But no matter what, he didn't come back the next morning, which was a little strange.

Sherlock was thinking about whether something happened to the cohabitant—for example, something like tearing his clothes too intensely last night—at this moment, Sherlock's cell phone rang.

He thought it was a text message from Watson, but when he opened it, his face suddenly changed.

The first thing that caught my eye was a photo of a beautiful blonde girl with a bomb strapped to her body. The girl looked terrified. If her mouth hadn't been sealed with tape, she might have yelled.

There is a paragraph under the photo, which is exaggerated and playful like a childish ballad.

O gallant knight,

Please try your best to rescue little princess Isabella!

She was imprisoned in a high tower,

Time ticks by,

You only have 30 minutes,

If you don't find her after 30 minutes,

The little princess will be accompanied by gorgeous fireworks,

Disappear, completely disappear!

"30 minutes..." Sherlock's expression became serious, and he began to analyze the hidden information in this text.

The first is "Little Princess Isabella". Although it is not very important information, but is this girl called Isabella?

Next... tall towers?There are many tall towers in London, but the time ticking after the contact made Sherlock focus on Big Ben.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the phrase "time is ticking" is just to emphasize that he only has 30 minutes, but Sherlock still thinks that the most likely one is Big Ben.

If you don't find her after 30 minutes," Sherlock looked at the sentence and read out softly, "the little princess will disappear with the gorgeous fireworks... Find it? He frowned slightly. "Is it enough to find it, or do we have to dismantle the bomb?" "

As soon as his voice fell, another day's text message was received on his mobile phone.

[Just find her. 】

Well...

Sherlock was thoughtful, it seems that 221B has a surveillance camera?

"Who Are You?"

Sherlock stood up from the high-back chair, walked around looking for the camera, and asked slowly and word by word.

"Di Di-"

A third text message also appeared.

[Jim Moriaty, ofcause.] Sherlock lowered his eyes, glanced at the phone screen, and his eyes fell on the chandelier.

"I get you."

His voice was inaudible, Sherlock paused and raised his voice: "She's at Big Ben, isn't she?"

This time he received no reply.

Sherlock frowned impatiently, put on his coat and left 221B.

"Taxi!"

As soon as Sherlock got out of the car, he ran directly to the top floor of Big Ben. The girl whimpered more and more as he got to the top. Sherlock knew that he had found the right one.

He saw Isabella, and when their eyes met, the countdown to the bomb stopped with the sound of "beep".

Sherlock tore off the tape from Isabella's mouth and was untying the twine from her hands when Isabella spoke.

"Moriarty." Her voice was a little trembling, but she said Moriarty's name clearly.

"I know it's Moriarty." Sherlock threw the untied twine on the ground, "Are you okay?"

Isabella nodded, but said nothing more.

"Di Di-"

The reminder sounded, and Sherlock had a bad premonition in his heart. He turned on the phone, as expected.

The top one is still the photo, this is a brown-haired girl with a round face, still tied with a bomb.

Below is a paragraph.

I can see the boats on the Thames,

I can hear Big Ben ding dong ding dong,

I see the Palace of Westminster unchanging,

I saw Tower Bridge open and close.

I walk in the air,

I have a panoramic view of London!

"Di Di-"

【Yougettwenty.】

"Oh, damn it!" Sherlock cursed under his breath, running down Big Ben as he raced through his mind for the next location.

Time is reduced.

The "I" in that passage should be the brown-haired girl who was strapped to the bomb.She could see the Thames and hear Big Ben chime the hour; she could see the Palace of Westminster and she could see Tower Bridge.even--

"I've seen all of London..."

A place with a panoramic view of London...

"I walk on air..."

There is only one place in all of London that fits this statement.

"The London Eye."

The London Eye is the largest Ferris wheel in Great Britain. Sitting on the London Eye, you can have a bird's-eye view of the entire disaster.The London Eye is located on the banks of the Thames, with a total of 32 cabins, ranging from 1 to 33, without 13, and it takes 30 minutes to turn around——

But Sherlock only has 20 minutes, that is to say, he only has one chance.

By the time Sherlock arrived at the London Eye, 7 minutes had passed.

13 minutes left.

He has no idea which cockpit the girl is in now, and even if he guessed it, the London Eye is not activated now, and Sherlock can't climb into the air to meet the girl.

Just when Sherlock thought this way, the huge Ferris wheel moved slowly.Each cockpit will stop for a while before the entrance, which was originally waiting for tourists to sit on the Ferris wheel, but now——

All cockpits are just waiting for Sherlock.

Sherlock knew he had to make a choice.

What's the number—what's the cockpit number?

"You get twenty."

These words flashed across his mind like a flash that was almost to the extreme.

At that time, he subconsciously thought that this sentence meant that he had 20 minutes.

But now-

Maybe this is actually a hint?

After all, it can be seen from the previous text message that the "puzzle" Moriarty gave him was not difficult.

Sherlock had already made a decision, but in fact, he ignored one point.

The London Eye started to operate from the cockpit 1, not to mention that the time to board the Ferris wheel was longer than the normal turn of the Ferris wheel. Before Sherlock got down from the cockpit 20, he heard the sound of an explosion in mid-air.

Boom——

The flames were brilliant, and the fragments of the No. 20 cockpit fell down, but did not blow up the hub.

However, the girl must be dead.

Sherlock felt a little uncomfortable.He didn't really care much about that girl, but—

He failed to save her life.

He let an innocent girl die because of the confrontation between him and Moriarty.

For Sherlock, this is an unbearable thing.

"Di Di-"

【Well, it seems that you didn't have time to save Princess Garcia. 】【But it doesn't matter, brave knight, there is a third person waiting for your rescue. ] The situation this time is different from the previous two times. This is a video.In the video, there is a young man who is handsome, but at the moment he is in a state of embarrassment.With tears on his face, he said tremblingly, "Save me, Sherlock. Holmes, save me!"

As soon as he finished his pleading, there was a pleasant laugh in the video.

"Sherlock—Dear Sherlock."

That voice was very familiar. For Sherlock, he was Jim Williams, and it was Moriarty, the London professor.

"It's the first time we meet, maybe I should say—Hi~"

Sherlock saw the other's face.

The doll with exquisite features had a playful expression on its face, and Moriarty, wearing a Westwood suit, waved at him.

"Ah——you might feel a little annoyed now? But it's better not to take Garcia to heart."

"His name is John—" Moriarty frowned exaggeratedly, "Oh, of course not your little Teddy."

"Have you received my message?" Moriarty asked, "There is no reminder this time~ I don't want to write any poems and ballads, it's so troublesome."

He showed a sweet smile, and the two small canine teeth looked very cute.

"30 minutes, after 30 minutes, he will boom and go to see God!"

"However... as a former neighbor, I still give you a kind reminder - go back to 221B and have a look~"

The video ends here.

Back to 221B?

Sherlock didn't doubt Moriarty's words.As in the previous series, Moriarty didn't mind letting Sherlock know what he was going to do - his pace was clear and clear, only the ultimate purpose was deeply obscured.

He still has 30 minutes.

Sherlock called Lestrade, told him to remember to take care of the London Eye, and returned to 221B.

I didn't notice it before, but after being told by Moriarty, Sherlock looked carefully at the place where he lived, only to find that the four capitalized English letters "IGJW" were written on the wall with a marker pen of the same color. .

"I...G...J...W..."

Why did Moriarty remind him to go back to 221B?Is it for these four letters?What do those four letters have to do with the next man strapped to a bomb?

"IGJWIGJWIGJWIGJW—"

Sherlock chanted these four letters over and over again, speaking faster and faster, and thinking more and more clearly.

"Isabella, Garcia, John—the last W, the last W..."

I can see the boats on the Thames,

I can hear Big Ben ding dong ding dong,

I see the Palace of Westminster unchanging,

I saw Tower Bridge open and close.

I walk in the air,

I can see all of London...

This is "Garcia"'s hint, isn't it Moriarty's confession?

"There's no way Moriarty can give me a puzzle I can't figure out, the last W—"

The location of the Thames and Tower Bridge coincide, and the remaining Big Ben is where Isabella was strapped to the bomb.

So, the last W—

On behalf of Westminster——

"He's crazy!"

"Westminster, it's Westminster—"

The first Big Ben, the second London Eye, and then to Westminster Abbey, where the British Royal Mausoleum is located——

"I walk in the air, I see London."

"I am high above, that is my sin."

"I own you."

Yu Ling said these few words softly, and for a moment felt that he and Moriarty had merged together.

This is what I owe the world.

The author has something to say:

I’m sorry to say that I met a very uncomfortable reader orz next door and I decided not to bother with him QvQ↑It’s a misunderstanding to add, that reader is not A Qianqian, A Qianqian is obviously hot and cute, at this moment it’s still Ben Wang is in a good mood 2333

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Well, this is the end of the small talk. If you don’t want to read the next words, just skip it. It’s just some complaints, and it can also be regarded as the author has no one to say, so I would like to share with the readers what I’m not happy about.

I think I can also hope that there will be a reader, or a few readers, who will like me enough to read my complaints.

About that matter and the reader, you can see it in another article.

I can't say I'm not wrong, after all, my attitude is also very sharp.

I know this myself.

I admit that I have a bad personality and a bad temper, but at least I am not the kind of dog that bites people.

I write on Jinjiang, and I know it myself, not many people read it, and my writing is not very good.

But I have always felt that the relationship between the author and the reader is like a salon. When I talk on it, those who want to listen can listen, and those who don’t want to listen can leave quietly. There is no need to speak harsh words to each other before leaving.

Maybe it's because I'm still young, I'm still a little naive, a little childish and youthful.

I have come across many things recently, and the reader's matter is just one of them.There are many others, between authors, between authors and readers. Although they are not directly related to me, I feel uncomfortable just looking at them.

A few writers who were able to talk in a group fell out with their friends. When they were on good terms, they threw a lot of mine at each other.

Somehow, I started to liquidate [How much money I spent on you], and the authors in the same group asked their friends to borrow all the money and tipped them back.

At this time, I suddenly discovered that there are so many dirty things in the world.

Everyone can be malicious, and you don't know what kind of person the other person is.The relationship between each other is so fragile that it may be broken at any time.

I think I may not like this society, and the more I get in touch with it, the more bizarre I feel.

The feeling gradually revealed a disgusting side.

I originally thought that the Internet is not like the real society, because there is no mutual interest intertwined, the relationship should be much more peaceful, but it is not the case.

On the contrary, because of the anonymity of the Internet, the repressed nature in reality is revealed and distorted severely.

My friend advised me not to reply to that reader.

He is a few years older than me and has a much more complicated understanding of society.

He felt that the reader didn't look like a reader. He was so aggressive. Maybe it was the same-frequency author who came to find fault.

I don't think it's enough for the author to make trouble for a smuggler like me.

But my friend still persuaded me, he said that no matter what, others will only think that there is something wrong with the author after reading it.

Yes, I wrote a lot, and the two replies add up to more than 2000 words.

My friend also said, why don't you code words when you have this time?

why?

Because I can't help it.

Why do you have to endure it?I think I'm at an age where I can be willful now.

I have always been a person with a bad temper since I was a child. To put it nicely, I am straight-tempered, but I know exactly what is going on.

I am the kind of person who always pays back, and I am very narrow-minded, the kind who treats me badly and I will pay back ten times.

It is indeed a very bad character, and this self-knowledge is still there.

Maybe in another five or eight years, I can be less serious and ignore those who don't like me.

But now I can't do it, I will be sad, I will feel chilling.

Because I have been in the ivory tower for the previous 18 years, there is still a lot of naivety and childishness in my mind.

In the past, I would basically reply to every comment, even if it was just the simplest comment, I would say thank you.

Many authors in the same period no longer reply, or only select a few replies, and some only say "I love to read but not scroll" to those readers who tweeted below.

Before you know it, everyone is growing up.The little Ruanmeng when we first met has turned into a cold and vicious tongue. I don't know what I will become.

I don't want to post these words in that article, in fact, I am also a realistic person.

That article has only 260 favorites, and only 6w words have been written from June 5 to now. How many readers know me?

Writing something like that out there, I'm afraid I'll get ridiculed.

In fact, no one said anything for me, probably no one cares!Makes me feel a little pathetic.

This article has been written intermittently for quite a long time from the time it was first published, and I think I regard this place as a place where I can feel at ease.

Because of peace of mind, I can be cowardly occasionally, so I can be self-willed occasionally, I believe there will be an existence that can tolerate me.

It's not that I don't accept criticism, I just want to be treated gently.

I was a sensitive child - I always thought I was a child -

I am easily influenced by other people's remarks, and I have been silently sad for a long time.

I can't hold back my emotions, and if I'm not careful, I will cry like a fool with tears streaming down my face. When my parents knock on the door, I immediately wipe away my tears and pretend that nothing happened.

In fact, no one can say this kind of thing, because others will not understand.

They won't understand how much I care about this place, my writing, and the readers who like me.

They don't know how much I love my main character.

I wrote several articles, from Scarlet Color at the beginning, to conquering the world later, and then to HP’s savior. I met many readers and was moved many times.

I still remember those names, but many of them are no longer seen.

Although I don’t know where the readers who are reading these words can accompany me, maybe this article has disappeared before the end, and maybe you can see your familiar figure until the next article.

However, you have accompanied me for a while, and I feel very happy.

It was great meeting you all.

Maybe I will become more mature in the future and will no longer be sad because of these things.

Maybe I won't write so much in what the author has to say like I do today.

But now, I am really grateful to the readers who can read this.

Thank you so much for being willing to listen to my heartbreak.

Thank you, I love you——if possible, I hope to keep writing articles for everyone to read.

Even if the writing is not good, even if there are a lot of problems, I still hope that everyone can see my story.

If my story can bring you a little touch, or other pleasant emotions, that's even better.

When I wrote this, I couldn't help being covered with tears again. I think it's probably because my father always wouldn't let me cry when I was a child, but when I grew up, I became sentimental.

Ah, as long as you forget about such embarrassing things, I am usually very energetic.

Good night and sweet dreams.